place your hopes on high But earthly Mindes false wealth admire And toyle with uncontrol'd desire With cleare aspect Thy beames reflect And heavenly thoughts inspire O let my joy exempt from feares Their joyes transcend when Autumne beares His pleasant wines On clustred vines And graine-replenisht eares Now shall the peacefull hand of Sleep In heavenly Deaw my senses steep Whom thy large wings O King of Kings In shades of safety keep PSALME V. CANT BASS TO heare me Lord be thou inclin'd My thoughts O ponder in thy minde And let my cryes acceptance finde Thou hear'st my morning Sacrifice To thee before the Day-star rise My prayers ascend with stedfast eyes Thou lov'st no vice none dwells with thee Nor glorious Fooles thy Beautie see All sinne-defil'd detested bee Liars shall sinke beneath thy hate Who thirst for blood and weave deceit Thy Rage shall swiftly ruinate I to thy Temple will repayre Since infinite thy Mercies are And thee adore with Feare and Praier My God conduct me by thy Grace For many have my Soule in chase Set thy strait Paths before my face False are their tongues their hearts are hollow Like gaping Sepulchres they swallow Fawne and betray even those they follow With vengeance girt these Rebels round In their owne counsels them confound Since their Transgressions thus abound Joy they with an exalted voice That trust in thee who guard'st thy Choice Let those who love thy Name rejoyce Thy blessings shall in showers descend Thy favour as a shield defend All those who Righteousnesse intend PSALME VI. As the 3. LOrd thy deserved Wrath asswage Nor punish in thy burniug Ire Let Mercie mitigate thy Rage Before my fainting life expire O heale my bones with anguish ake My pensive heart with sorrow worne How long wilt thou my soule forsake O pitie and at length returne O let thy Mercies comfort me And thy afflicted Servant save Who will in death remember thee Or praise thee in the silent Grave Vext by insulting enemies My groanes disturbe the peacefull Night My bed washt with my streaming eyes Through griefe growne old and dim of sight All you of wicked life depart The Lord my God hath heard my cry He will recure my wounded heart And turne my teares to tides of joy Who hate me let dishonour wound Let feare their guiltie soules affright With shame their haughtie lookes confound And let them vanish from my sight PSALME VII CANT BASS O Thou that art my Confidence And strong Defence From those who my sad fall intend Great God defend Lest Lion-like if none controule They teare my persecuted Soule If I am guiltie if there be Deceit in me If ill I ever to my friend Did but intend Or rather have not succour'd those Who were my undeserved foes Let them my stained Soule pursue With hate subdue Let their proud feet in Triumph tread Upon my head My life out of her mansion thrust And lay my Honour in the dust Against my dreadfull Enemies Great God arise Just Judge thy sleeping Wrath awake And vengeance take Then all shall Thee adore alone O King of Kings ascend thy Throne Part. 2 Judge thou my foes as I am free So judge thou me Declare thou my integritie For thou do'st trie The heart and reines the Just defend The malice of the Wicked end God is my shield he helpe imparts To sincere hearts The good protects but menaceth The bad with death Nor will unlesse they change relent He whets his sword his bow is bent Dire instruments prepared hath Of deadly wrath And will at those who persecute swift arrowes shoot Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd now great With Mischiefe travell hatch Deceit Who digg'd a pit first fell therein Caught by his sinne On his owne head his outrage shall Like ruines fall But I O thou eternall King VVill of thy Truth and Justice sing PSALME VIII CANT BASS LOrd how illustrious is thy Name VVhose Power both Heav'n Earth proclame Thy Glory thou hast set on high Above the Marble-arched Skie The wonders of thy Power thou hast In mouthes of babes and sucklings plac't That so thou might'st thy foes confound And who in malice most abound When I pure Heaven thy fabricke see The Moone and Starres dispos'd by thee O what is Man or his fraile Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace Next to thy Angels most renown'd With Majestie and Glory crown'd The King of all thy Creatures made That all beneath his feet hast laid All that on Dales or Mountaines feed That shady Woods or Deserts breed What in the aierie Region glide Or through the rowling Ocean slide Lord how illustrious is thy Name Whose Power both Heaven and Earth proclame PSALME IX CANT BASS THee will I praise with Heart and Voice Thy wondrous Workes aloud resound In thee O Lord will I rejoyce Thy Name with zealous praises crown'd My Foes fell by inglorious flight Before thy terrible Aspect Thy powerfull Hands support my Right Thou Judgement justly dost direct The proud are falne the Heathen flie Oblivion shall their names intombe Destruction O thou Enemie Hath now receiv'd a finall doome Thou Townes and Cities hast destroy'd Their memorie with them decayes But God for ever shall abide And high his Throne of Justice raise A righteous Scepter shall extend And Judgement distribute to all He will oppressed Soules defend That in the time of Trouble call Who know thy Name in thee will trust Part. 2 Thou never wilt forsake thine Owne Praise Sions King O praise the Just And make his noble Actions knowne Bloud scapes not his revenging hand He vindicates the Poore mans Cause Lord my insulting Foes withstand And draw me from Deaths greedy Jawes That I may in the Royall Gate Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice Thy ample Praises celebrate And in thy saving health rejoyce They falne into the Pit they made Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd The Lord his Judgements hath displayd The Wicked in their workes insnar'd The Wicked downe to Hell shall sinke And all that doe the Lord disdaine But God will on the Needy thinke Nor shall the Poore expect in vaine Lord let not Man prevaile arise Th' Insulting Heathen judge O then Let trembling Feare their heart surprize That they may know they are but Men. PSALME X. CANT BASS VVIthdraw not O my God my guid In time of trouble dost thou hide Thy cheerfull face Who want thy Grace The poore pursue with cruell pride O be they by their owne Inventions overthrowne The wicked boast of their successe The covetous profanely blesse By thee O Lord So much abhorr'd Their pride will not thy power confesse Nor have thy favour sought Or had of thee a thought They in oppression take delight Thy Judgements farre above their sight Their enemies Scoffe and despise Who say in heart No opposite Can us remove nor shall Our greatnesse ever fall Their mouths detested curses fill Fraud mischiefe ever prone to ill In secret they Lurke to betray The Innocent in
fluent Oile Yet bent to Spoyle But thou my Soule thy cares impose On God who will redresse thy woes The Just he shall confirme with Joy Th'Unjust destroy Those who in bloud and fraud delight Shall set in Night Before their Noone of Life be past But I on God my hopes have plac'd PSALME LVI As the 4. O Lord protect me by thy Power From such as would my Life devoure VVho mercilesse Strive to oppresse Nor grant me Truce one houre That would devoure me every Day And make my chased Life their prey Yet Lord will I On thee relie VVhen Dangers most dismay Thy Promise I will celebrate In constant hope thy Pleasure wait With patience beare Thy Stay nor feare Fraile man or his vaine hate My words and deeds they daily wrest And in their thoughts my fall digest Vnite in ill And lurke to kill My Feet can finde no rest O shall they with impunity Escape and thus their sins enjoy Let Death thy rage Alone asswage Them in their guilt destroy My Wanderings thou hast numbered Even every Teare mine Eyes have shed Thy Viall holds All in the Folds Of thy large Volume read Assur'd that when on God I call My Foes shall by his Fury fall His Promise I Will magnifie His Truth divulge to All. To him my ready Vowes will pay My Vowes of Thanks both night and day In whom I trust Nor shall th'Unjust My stedfast Hopes dismay For he hath snatcht me from the Night Of Death and kept my foot upright That I may still Observe his Will And see the cheerfull Light PSALME LI. As the 10. O Thou From whom all Mercy springs Compassionate my Sufferings And pity me That trust in Thee O shelter with thy shady Wings Vntill these stormes of Woe Cleare-up or over-blow Thee I invoke O thou Most High Thou All-performer from the Skie Thy Angels send Let them defend My Soule from him that would destroy O send thy Mercy downe VVith Truth thy Promise crowne For Salvage Lions girt me round And they whose Malice knowes no bound Their cruell Words More sharp then Swords Their Teeth like Speares and Arrowes wound To Heaven thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise They subtill snares prepared have And bow'd my Soule even to the Grave With wicked wit Have digg'd a pit From which themselves they could not save But justly fell therein Intrapt by their owne Sin My ravisht Heart flames with desire I to the Musicke of my Lyre Eternall King Thy Praise will sing Awake my Glory Zeale inspire Awake my Harp and Lute Nor in his Praise be mute To thee before the Morning rise My Lips their Calves shall sacrifice Thy Mercy farre The highest Starre Thy Truth transcends the loftie Skies To Heaven thy Glory raise Let Earth resound thy Praise PSALME LVIII As the 46. PErnicious Counsellors Give you Sincere advice to Justice true Or Vertue but in show pursue Your Hearts are still on Mischiefe bent Your Hands impure and violent Nor favour Truth nor Wrong prevent Even from the womb they blindly stray Borne and perverted in one day Lie slander flatter and betray Like Serpents with black poyson swell And charme th'Inchanter ne're so well More deafe then Asps his Charms repell Lord slit their Tongues before they speak Strike out their Teeth which teare the Weak And the young Lions grinders break As Sun-beat Snow so let them thaw And when their weakned Bowes they draw Let their crackt Arrowes flie like straw Let them like Snailes consume away And as untimely Births decay VVhich never saw the cheerful Day Before their pots can feele the brier God in the Whirl-wind of his Ire Shall blast alive and burne with fire Sinne with Revenge at length shall meet The Godly shall rejoyce to see 't And in their blood shall wash their feet Then erring Mortals shall confesse There are Rewards for Righteousnesse And Plagues for such as doe transgresse PSALME LIX As the 34. LORD save me from mine Enemies From those who thus against me rise Like an incensed Floud From those who in Impietie Place their delight and long to die Their hands in guiltlesse bloud Lo for my Soule they lie in wait The Mightie joyne their power and hate VVithout my blame or crime VVithout my crime they weapons take And persecute my Soule Awake My God! assist in time Great God of Hosts of Israel These all-oppressing Tyrants quest Nor be to Mercy won At night their mischiefe they begin Incenst like snarling Dogs they grin And through the Citie run Behold they vomit bitter words Betweene their lips they brandish swords Yet say Can these be knowne But Lord thou shalt their threats deride The empty terrour of their pride And Malice vainly showne Part. 2 I and my strength are in thy Power In Thee I trust my Shield my Tower Thy Mercie Lord how great My Foes subjectest to my will Subdue and scatter but not kill Lest we thy Truth forget O be they in their Pride surpris'd Even for the Lies they have devis'd Their curses and close Arts. Consume them from the Land expell To shew God reignes in Israel To Earths remotest parts Hopelesse let them returne with Night Like grinning Dogs bark but not bite About the City rome Pale meager and halfe famished Like vagabonds howle they for bread VVithout or food or home But I before the Day-star spring Will of thy Power and Mercy sing My Safety in distresse Thou art my Rock my strong Defence My living Verse thy Excellence And Bounty shall expresse PSALME LX. As the 2. CAST off and scattered in thine Ire Lord on our woes with pity look The Lands inforc'd Foundations shook VVhose yawning ruptures Sighs expire O cure the Breaches Thou hast rent And make Her firmely permanent Our Souls thou hast with sorrow fed And mad'st us drinke of deadly Wine Yet now thy Ensignes giv'st to Thine Even when beset with trembling dread That we thy Banner may display Whil'st Truth to Conquest makes our way O heare us who thy Aide implore Lord with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved succour send God by his Sanctity thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Shechems Spoiles be magnifi'd Mine Gilead is Manasseh mine Ephraim my strength in battell bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph on Palestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troups direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now leade our Host against the Foe O then when Dangers most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For loe the helpe of Man is vaine Through Thee we valiantly shall fight Our flying Foes thou shalt tread downe And Thine with wreaths of Conquest crowne PSALME LXI As the 13. MY God thy Servant heare O lend a willing eare In exile my sad heart From Earths remotest part O'rewhelm'd with Miseries To Thee for succour
all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise Part. 4 He Rivers turnes t' a Wildernesse Springs dry'd up by the Suns accesse To scourge their Sins he makes the Soile Vngratefull to the Owners toile Turnes sandy Deserts into Pooles And parched Earth with Fountains cooles There plants his hungry Colonies VVhere strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles weare And spreading Vines full clusters beare They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die But when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine Warre and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devoure Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-lesse Wildernesse Conceal'd themselves from Mans accesse The Poore he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with joy behold Th'Unjust with feare and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALME CVIII As the 2. MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the VVorld rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O heare us who thy aide implore And with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctitie thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battaile bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troups direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe VVhen Death and Horrour most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For O the helpe of Man is vaine Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample downe Thy Hands our Browes with Conquest crowne PSALME CIX As the 1. MY God my Glory leave not in Distresse Nor let prevailing Fraud the Truth oppresse They who delight in Subtilties and Wrongs Afflict me with the Poison of their Tongues VVith Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turnes with evill proudly recompense And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repaire And poure out my perplexed Soule in Praire Subject him to a Tyrants sterne command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prairs augment his Crime May he by violence untimely die And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vaine His wretched Orphans to dease Eares complaine Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seeke their bread Let griping Vsurers divide his spoile And Strangers reape the harvest of his toile Part. 2 In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrowne Their Names to the succeeding Age unknowne Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till hee out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his owne head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loines invest And like a fatall Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boile And eate into his Bones like burning Oyle Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies VVho seeke to blast me with malicious lies Part. 3 But Lord in my deliverance proclaime Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poore with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every Wind. My feeble knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproch hath seis'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerfull Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainely curse whom thou dost blesse And pine with envy at my good successe Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their owne Confusion on them like a Mantle throwne But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soule from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALME CX As the 34. THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stoole of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Zion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vowes in that triumphant Day VVith their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearles of morning-dew VVhich hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did breake Of th' order of Melchisedek That thou a Priest should'st raigne Even while the Sun disperst his Light VVhile Moones should rule th'alternate Night Or Stars their course maintaine God in that Day at thy right hand Their Bloud who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground VVith heaps of slaughter fill VVho over many Nations sway And onely their owne Wils obey Shall sinke beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King VVith VVater of the Chrystall spring His burning thirst asswage PSALME CXI CANT BASS MY Soule the honor of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath showne With joy by their admirers knowne His glorious deedes all praise transcend His equall Justice knowes no end Left in eternall Monuments VVhose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who feare his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill VVho planted with a powerfull Hand His people in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Lawes and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His feare is the Originall Of VVisdome and they onely wise VVho make his Lawes their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never die PSALME CXII As the 111. Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who feares the Lord And chearfully obeies his VVord His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring
in Chariots those Our trust we in our God repose Their wounded limbs with anguish bend To Death descend But we in fervour of the fight Have stood upright O save us Lord thy Suppliants heare And in our aid Great King appeare PSALME XXI As the 15. LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast showne Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voyce Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gemmes and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Dayes which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made VVith high Majestie array'd Of resistlesse Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joyes are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercie of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy owne right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruine joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devoure them all with fire From the Earth destroy their Fruit Never let their Seed take root Mischievous was their intent All their Thoughts against me bent Thoughts which nothing could performe Let thy Arrowes like a Storme Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALME XXII CANT BASS MY God! ô why hast thou forsooke Why ô so far with-drawne thine Aid Nor when I roared pity tooke My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtaines were displaid Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a looke Yet thou art holy thron'd on high The Israelites thy Praise resound Our Fathers did on thee relye Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd They sought and thy Deliverance found They trusted and thy Truth did trie But I a worme no man am made The scorne of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeeme from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainely call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the wombe by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When borne Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with feare distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Part 2 Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Buls of Bashan girt me round Who their inflamed mouths prepare Like ravenous Lions to confound I 'm spilt like water on the ground And all my Bones disjointed are My Heart like Wax within me thawes My vigour as a Pot-sheared dry'd My thirstie Tongue cleaves to my jawes In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compasse me on every side And multitudes who hate thy Lawes My hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seene with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamlesse garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor ô be deafe to my sad praier Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicornes guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound Part 3 O praise him you who feare the Lord You Sons of Jacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their cryes who helpe implore His Face he hides not nor the Poore In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vowes before them all The Meeke abundantly shall feed The Faithfull praise their Helpe at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Vp-rise Shall God professe and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdome is his owne For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gaine VVho poorely creepe upon the ground And scarce their needy lives susteine Shall eat and to his easie reigne Submit with joyes eternall crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousnesse proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALME XXIII As the 8. THE Lord my Shepheard me his Sheepe Will from consuming Famine keepe He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soule refresht with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting Sinne informes my wayes No terrour can my courage quaile Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vale By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staffe my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flowes with pleasant Wine VVhile all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyne in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALME XXIV As the 8. THE round and many-peopled Earth What from her wombe extract their birth And whom her foodfull brest sustaines Are his who high in glory raignes The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountaine rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foule intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice VVho only their infection feares And never fraudulently sweares The Lord his Saviour him shall blesse And cloth him with his Righteousnesse Such are of Jacobs faithfull Race Who seeke him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory coms O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Power compleat The Lord in battaile more then great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory comes O sing His praise Who is this glorious King The Lord of Hosts of Victory Is King of glory thron'd on high PSALME XXV As the 2. ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soule erect Lord let not Same my looke deject Nor Malice triumph in my fall Thy Servants save but those confound Who Innocence with slander wound In thy disclosed paths direct Thy Truth that leading Starre display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy reliefe expect Thinke of thy Mercies showne of old Thy Mercies more then can be told The sinnes of my unbridled Youth Nor fraile Transgressions call to minde Let those that seeke thy Mercie finde Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meeke in righteousnesse shall guide To such his heavenly Will expresse Which shall with Truth and Mercie blesse All such as in his Lawes abide My sinnes so numerous and great O for thy honour Lord forget Part. 2 VVhat 's he who feares The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soule refresht with calme repose
Bee thou my Rocke with thy strong Arme immure My Rocke my Fortresse for thy Honour aid And my ingaged feet from Danger guide Pull from their subtill Snares in secret laid O thou my onely Strength so often try'd To thy safe Hands my Spirit I commend O my Redeemer O thou God of Truth Who Lies invent or unto Idols bend I have abhorr'd but lov'd Thee from my Youth I will rejoyce and in thy Mercie boast That in his trouble wouldst thy Servant know Deliver when in expectation lost Nor yeeld him to the Triumph of his Foe Part. 2 Now helpe the Comfortlesse my Sight decayes My Spirits faint my Flesh consumes with care My Life is spent with griefe in sighes my Dayes My Strength through Sin dissolves my Bones impare To all my Foes I am become a scorne Nor least to those who seem'd in love most neare By all my late familiar friends forlorne VVho when they meet me turne aside for feare Forgot like those who in the Grave abide And as a broken vessell past repaire Traduc'd by many feare on everyside VVho counsell take and would my life insnare But Lord my Hopes are on thee fixt I said Thou art my God my Dayes are in thy Hand Against my furious Foes oppose thy Aid And those who persecute my Soule withstand O let thy Face upon thy Servant shine Save for thy Mercies sake from Shame defend Shame cover those who keepe no Lawes of thine And undeplored to the Grave descend Part. 3 The lying lips in endlesse silence close That with despite and pride traduce the Just VVhat Joy hast thou reserv'd what wrought for those In sight of all who feare and in Thee trust Those shalt Thou in thy secret Presence hide From their Oppressors violence and wrongs They in thy close Pavilion shall abide Secured from the strife of envious Tongues Blest he who in a walled Citie hath To me his wonderfull Affection showne I rashly sayd I am the food of VVrath Cut off for ever from his Presence throwne Yet thou O ever blessed heardst my Prayer VVhen to thy Mercie I addrest my Cry O love the living Lord all you that are His chosen Saints and on his Aid relie For he the Faithfull ever will preserve And render to the Proud their full deserts Couragious be all you who hope and serve The Lord of life who will confirme your hearts PSALME XXXII CANT BASS BLest ô thrice blest is he Whose Sinnes remitted be And whose Impieties God covers from his Eyes To whom his Sinnes are not Imputed as forgot His Soule with guile unstain'd While silent I remain'd My bones consum'd away I rored all the day For on me day and night Thy Hand did heavie light My moisture dri'd throughout Like to a Summers drought I then my Sinnes confest How farre I had transgrest When all I had reveal'd Thy Hand my Pardon seal'd For this who Godly are Shall seeke to Thee by Prayer Seeke when thou mayst be found In Deluges undrown'd Thou art my safe Retreat My Shield when dangers threat Shalt my Deliverance With Songs of Joy advance I will instruct and show The way which thou shouldst goe The way to Pietie And guide thee with mine eye Be not like Mule and Horse VVhose reason is their Force VVhose mouth the Bit and Reine Lest they rebell restraine Innumerable Woes The Wicked shall inclose But those who God affect His Mercy shall protect O you who are upright In God your God delight You Just his blessed Choice In Him with Songs rejoyce PSALME XXXIII As the 8. TO God you Just your Voices raise It you beseemes to sing his Praise O celebrate the King of kings On Instruments strung with ten Strings To Harp and Lute new Dities sing Sing loud with skilful fingering His Words are crown'd by their event And all his Works are permanent Justice and Judgement he affects His Bountie upon all reflects His Word the arched Heavens did frame His Breath the Starres eternall Flame He the collected Seas confines And folds the Deepe in Magazines The Lord O all you Nations feare All whom the Earths round shoulders beare He spake 't was done as soone as said At his Commandment stedfast made The People counsell take in vaine Their Projects no successe obtaine The Counsels of the Lord are sure His Purposes no Change indure Blest they whose God Jehovah is The Nation set apart for his The Lord looks from the lofty Skis On carefull Mortals casts his Eyes The Lord looks from his Residence The Sonnes of men beholds from thence He fashioned their hearts alone To him their Thoughts and deeds are knowne No King is saved by an Host No Giant in his strength should boast There rests no Safetie in a Horse None are delivered by his force Gods eyes are ever on the Just Who feare and in his Mercie trust To free their Soules from swallowing Earth And keepe alive in time of Dearth Our fervent Soules on God attend Our helpe who onely can defend In whom our Hearts exult for joy Because we on his Name relie Great God to us propitious be As we have fixt our Hopes on thee PSALME XXXIV CANT BASS THe Lord I will for ever blesse My Tongue his praises shall professe In him my Soule shall boast The Meeke shall heare the same and joy His Name with me ô magnifie Extoll the Lord of Host My prayers ascending pierc't his eare Who snatcht me from those stormes of feare The Meeke who God expect Who flow to him like living Brookes Shame never shall distaine their lookes nor with foule guilt infect This VVretch in his adversitie Then men shall say to God did crie Whose Mercie him secur'd The Angels of Jehovah those Who feare him with their Tents inclose By Strength divine immur'd How good our God O taste and see Who trust in him thrice happie be You Saints ô feare him still Such feele no want the Lions rore For hunger but who God implore He shall with Plentie fill Part. 2 Come children with attention heare I will instruct you in his feare VVhat man delights in life Seekes to live happily and long From evill guard thy warie tongue Thy lips from fraud and strife Doe good and wicked deeds eschew Seeke sacred Peace her steps pursue Gods Eyes are on the Just Their cries his open Eare attends But on the Bad his wrath descends Their Names reduc'd to dust He heares the Righteous and their crie Preserv'd in their adversitie A broken heart affects And Soules contrite which in Him trust Great are the afflictions of the Iust But He in all protects Keepes every bone of theirs intire The VVicked swallowes in his Ire And who the Righteous hate The Lord his Servants shall redeeme Those ever deare in his esteeme Who on his promise wait PSALME XXXV As the 3. LOrd plead my cause against my foes With such as fight against me fight Arise thy ample Shield oppose And with thy Sword defend my right Addresse thy Speare those
Wicked I have seene in wealth to flow Exceed in power and like a Laurell grow Yet vanish hence as he had never beene I sought him but he was not to be seene Observe the perfect and the pure of heart They die in peace and happily depart But the Vngodly are at once cut downe And perish without pitty or renowne The Lord is the salvation of the Just Their strength in trouble since in him they trust Will those assist who on his aide depend Deliver and from impious Foes defend PSALME XXXVIII As the 4. NOT in thy wrath against me rise Nor in thy fury Lord chastise Thy Arrowes wound Naile to the Ground Thy hand upon me lies No Limb from paine and anguish free Because I have incensed thee Nor rest can take My bones so ake Such sinne abounds in me Like Billowes they my head transcend Beneath their heavy load I bend My Ulcers swell Corrupt and smell Of Folly the sad end Perplext in mind I pine away And mourning wast the tedious day My Flesh no more Then all one Sore All parts at once decay Much broken all my strength o'rethrowne Through anguish of my Soule I groane Lord thou dost see My thoughts and mee My Sighs to thee are knowne My sad Heart pants my nerves relent My Sight growes dim and to augment My miseries All my Allies And Friends themselves absent Part. 2 Who seeke my life their Snares extend Their wicked thoughts on Mischiefe bend Calumniate And lye in wait To bring me to my end But I as deafe to them appeare As mute as if I tonguelesse were My passion rul'd Like one that could At all not speake nor heare Because my hopes on thee relye My God I said O heare my cry Lest they should boast Who hate me most And in my ruine joy For O! I droop with struggling spent My thoughts are on my sorrowes bent My sinnes excesse I will confesse In showres of teares repent My foes are full of strength and pride Who causelesse hate are multipli'd Who good with ill Repay would kill Because I just abide Depart not Lord O pity take Nor me in my extremes forsake Salvation Is thine alone Hast to my succour make PSALME XXXIX CANT BASS I Said I will my wayes observe Lest I should swerve VVith Bit and Reines my Tongue keepe in Too prone to Sinne. Nor to their calumnie replie VVho glorie in Impietie I like a Statue silent stood Dumbe even to good My Sorrowes boyling in my brest Exil'd my rest But when my Heart incenst with wrong Grew hot I gave my Griefe a tongue Of those few dayes I have to spend And my last End Informe me Lord that I may so My Frailty know My time is made short as a Span As nothing is the Age of man Man nothing is but Vanitie Though thron'd on high Walks like a Shadow and in vaine Turmoiles with paine He heaps up wealth with wretched care Yet knowes not who shall prove his Heire Part. 2 Lord what expect I thou the Scope Of all my Hope Him from his loath'd Transgressions free Who trusts in Thee Nor O subject me to the Rule And proud derision of a Foole With silence since thy Will was such I suffered much O now forbeare lest instant Death Force my faint breath VVhen thou dost with thy Rod chastise Offending man his courage dies His Beauty wasted like a cloth Gnawne by the Moth Himselfe a short-lif'd vanitie And borne to die Lord to my Prayers incline thine Eare And thy afflicted Servant heare Nor these salt rivers of mine Eyes My God despise A Stranger as my Fathers were I sojourne here O let me gather strength before I passe away and be no more PSALME XL. As the 2. FOR God I patiently did looke He to my cryes inclin'd his Eare And when invironed with feare From that Abysse of horror tooke Drew from the Mud and on a Rocke Establisht to indure the shocke Then did into my mouth convey Songs of his Praise unsung before Many shall see with feare adore And trusting in th' Almighty say Who on the Lord depend are blest Who Liers and the Proud detest Many and full of wonder are The Works O Lord which Thou hast wrought What Thou to raise our joyes hast thought O who in order can declare 'T were lost endeavour to expresse Their number that are numberlesse Thou Gifts nor Offerings dost desire But pierced hast thy Servants eare To Thee Oblations are not deare Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire Then said I Lo I come thus it Is of me in Thy Volume writ Thy Lawes are written in my Heart My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfill I in the great Assembly still Thy Righteousnesse to all impart My lips are unrestrein'd by me Which Lord is onely knowne to Thee Thy Justice I have not conceal'd Within the closure of my brest But Thy Fidelity profest And saving health at large reveal'd Amidst the Congregation Thy constant Truth and Mercy showne Part. 2 Withdraw not Lord thy long'd for Aide With Truth and Mercy still inclose For O! innumerable woes On every side my Soule invade So changed with Iniquities That they even blind my fearefull eyes In number they my haires exceed My fainting heart pants in my brest Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest And Lord deliver me with speed Let Shame at once confound them all That seeke my Soule and plot my fall Be they repulst with Infamy Who persecute with deadly hate Deservedly left desolate Who Ha Ha! in derision cry Let all who seeke thy Helpe rejoyce And praise Thee with a cheerfull Voice Let them who thy Salvation love Still say The Lord be magnifi'd Though I be poore and cast aside Yet he regards me from above My Safety my Deliverer No longer thy reliefe deferre PSALME XLI As the 7. VVHo duly shall the Poore regard Hath his Reward The Lord in time of Trouble shall Prevent his fall He shall among the Living rest And with the Earths increase be blest Lord render him not up to those VVho are his Foes VVhen he in sorrow languisheth Neere unto Death Let him by Thee be comforted And in his Sicknesse make his bed I said O Lord thy Mercy show And Health bestow For O! my Soule the lothsome staines Of Sin retaines My Foes have said VVhen shall he die And yet out-live his Memory If any visit they devise Deceitfull Lies Their hollow Hearts with Mischiefe load Divulg'd abroad Who hate me whisper and contrive How they may swallow me alive Behold say they this Punishment From Heaven is sent He from the bed whereon he lies Shall never rise Yea even my Friend my Confident My Guest his heele against me bent But Lord thy Mercy I implore My Health restore O raise me that forthwith I may Their Hate repay In this thy Love thou dost expresse That none triumph in my distresse For thou art of my Innocence The strong Defence I shall inlightned by thy Grace Behold thy Face Jehovah Israels God be
this did I with silence see So as thou thought'st that I was like to thee But I will thy Hypocrisie uncase And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face Consider this O you who God neglect Lest I destroy you when none can protect Who praise for Incense offer honour Me And upright Soules shall my Salvation see PSALME LI. As the 3. LORD to a sinner Mercy show Which since in Thee so infinite Let all thy streames of Mercy flow And purifie me in thy sight O wash thou my polluted Soule O cleanse me from my bloudy Deed That to my Selfe appeare so foule And now in true Contrition bleed My sinnes unmask't before Thee lye Who have deserv'd thy wrath alone Which I confesse to testifie Thy Truth and make thy Justice knowne In sinne conceiv'd brought forth in sin Sin suckt I from my Mothers brest Thou lov'st a heart sincere within Where Wisdome is a constant guest With Hysope purge from blemish cleare O wash then falling Snow more white Lord let me thy remission heare The Bones which thou hast broke unite Blot out my crimes O separate My trembling Guilt far from thy view A cleane Heart in my brest create A Mind to Thee confirm'd renew Part. 2 Nor cast me from thy Presence Lord Nor O thy holy Spirit withdraw But thy life-quickening Grace afford Inlarge my Will t' imbrace thy Law Then Sinners I with heavenly Food Will feed directed in thy Wayes O my Redeemer cleanse from blood The Soule that will thy Mercie praise Give Thou my Verse an argument And they thy Goodnesse shall resound No Sacrifice will Thee content Nor Altars with Oblations crown'd Else I would Hecatombs impart True sorrow is Thy Sacrifice A broken and a contrite Heart My God Thou never wilt despise Thy Sion with accustom'd Grace Lest my foule crimes her shame procure In thy protecting Armes imbrace And faire Jerusalem immure Then we with due Solemnitie To Thee our gratefull Vowes will pay And Buls which never Yoke did try Vpon thy flaming Altar lay PSALME LII As the 32. O Thou in Mischiefe great Why boasts thou in deceit Gods greater Mercy will Protect his Servants still Thy Tongue with sraud abounds And like a Rasor wounds All evill dost affect All that is good neglect Lies are thy low delight To Vertue opposite Thy words with treachery The innocent destroy God shall repay thy hate Thy Stuctures ruinate And make thee curse thy birth Then teare thee from the Earth The Just thy fall shall see Feare Him and laugh at thee Lo he who God forsooke Nor for his refuge tooke Selfe-strengthning with excesse Of Wealth and Wickednesse But I shall planted be Like a greene Olive-tree In Gods owne House and will Trust in His Mercies still For this I evermore Shall thy great Name adore Thy Promises expect The joy of thy Elect. PSALME LIII As the 12. FOoles flattering their owne vices say Within their hearts God is a Name Devis'd to make the Strong obey To setter Nature quench her flame When all this Vniversall Frame The hands of potent Fortune sway Secure and prosperous in ill The feare and thought of God exile To follow their rebellious will Thinke nothing that delights them vile Their Soules with wicked thoughts defile And all their foule Desires fulfill God from the Tower of Heaven his eies On men and their endeavours threw Not one beheld beneath the Skies That sought him or his Statues knew All Vice with winged Feet pursue But none forsaken Vertue prise O deafe to good in knowledge blind By Sinne through clouds of errour led Dull sensuall Formes without a Mind Nor slow though certaine Vengeance dread The Righteous they devoure like bread All piety at once declin'd These idle terrors shall affright Their sleeps disturb'd by guilty feare God shall their Bones asunder smite Who impious Armes against him beare Nor they their infamy out-weare Since despiseable in his sight O that unto thy Israel The Day-starre might from Sion spring And all the shades of Night expell When Thou shalt us from Bondage bring How would we Lord thy Praises sing No joy should Jacobs joy excell PSALME LIV. As the 4. LORD for thy Promise sake defend And Thy All-saving Shield extend O heare my cries VVhich with wet Eyes And sighs to Thee ascend For cruell men my life pursue And who thy Statutes never knew Suppresse my Foes O side with those VVho to my Soule are true VVith vengeance recompense their hate And in an instant ruinate Then will I bring My Offering And Thy great Acts relate Thy Name for ever praised be VVho from those snares hast set me free For loe these eyes My Enemies Desir'd subversion see PSALME LV. As the 39. LORD to my Prayers incline thine Eare Th' afflicted heare Nor be thou Deafe to my complaint For O I faint Regard the sighes the grones the cries VVhich from my pensive Soule arise Rais'd by the threatnings of my Foe VVhich storme-like grow And by blood-thirsty Violence Truth my offence VVho slander with their wounding tongues And presse me unto Death with wrongs My heart a stranger unto rest Throbs in my breast The terrours of approching Death Exhaust my breath My sinews trembling Feare dissolves And Horror all my Powers involves O that with Dove-like wings I might Take my swift flight To calme Retreats of rest where I Conceal'd might lie Then would I finde some Wildernesse Removed farre from mans accesse Then all these Tempests which arise With hideous noise And with their dreadfull Tumults make My Heart to quake I would far swifter then the VVind Or winged Lightnings leave behind Part. 2 Lord swallow those who swell with pride Their Tongues divide For Strife and Violence bent to kill The City fill Both Day and Night they walke the Round Rape Mischiefe Teares within abound Wild Outrages her streets profane And boldly Reigne Fraud lurking in her Palaces Conspires with these For I had he his hate profest Had shunn'd or should his wrongs digest But thou my Friend even of my Heart The better Part To so intire a union growne As if but one Gods House we daily visited Both sweetly by one Counsell led Let Death devoure them let them dive To Hell alive With mischiefe their proud roofes abound Their hearts unsound But God my Soule shall dis-enthrall For I upon his Name will call Part. 3 My prayers shall with the Suns up rise Ascend the Skies Part. 3 Renew'd when he at Noone displayes His fervent Rayes When he behinde the Earth descends And Day out-worne with labour ends My Cries shall penetrate the Spheares And pierce his Eares He shall my captive Soule release And crowne with Peace For in the Fervor of the Fight His Angels shall protect my Right Th' Eternall Judge Jehovah shall Confound them all Who onely change from bad to worse Nor feare his Curse Sweet Peace he violated hath And broken his obliged Faith His Words then Butter smoother farre His Thoughts of Warre Words softer then the
wrought Then when neere to ruine brought Fervently to Him I cry'd This Goodnesse magnifi'd If I Vices should affect VVould not He my Prayers reject But the Lord my Prayers hath heard VVhich my tongue with teares preferr'd Sourse of Mercy be Thou blest That hast granted my Request PSALME LXVII As the 47. LORD showre on us thy Grace Inrich with Gifts divine Let thy illustrious Face Upon thy Servants shine That all below The arched Skie May Thee and thy Salvation know Let all thy Praise rehearse With one united Voyce Sing in melodious Verse Eternally rejoyce Thy Power obey Whose Justice shall Dispose of All All Scepters sway Let all extoll thy Worth Then shall the smiling Earth Her pleasant fruits bring forth Nor ever mourne in Dearth We who implore Thy Blessings find And all Mankind With feare adore PSALME LXVIII As the 8. LET God the God of Battaile rise And scatter his proud Enemies O let them flee before his face Like smoke which driving tempests chace As Wax dissolves with scorching Fire So perish in his burning Ire But let the Just with joy abound In joyfull Songs his Praise resound VVho riding on the rowling Spheares The Name of great Jehovah beares Before his Face your joyes expresse A Father to the fatherlesse He wipes the teares from Widowes eyes The single plants in Families Inlarging those who late were bound VVhile Rebels starve on thirsty Ground When he our numerous Army led And march't through Deserts full of dread Heaven melted and Earths Centre shooke With his majesticke Presence strooke VVhen Israels God in Clouds came downe Part. 2 High Sinai bow'd his trembling Crowne He in th'approach of meager Dearth VVith showres refresht the fainting Earth VVhere his owne Flocke in safety fed The Needy unto plenty led By Him we conquer Virgins sing Our Victories and Timbrels ring He Kings with their vast Armies foiles While women share their wealthy spoiles You who among the Pots have laine In Soot and Smoke shall shine againe Bright as the silver-feather'd Dove VVhose wings with golden Splendor move VVhen he the Kings had overthrowne Our Land like snowy Salmon shone Gods Mountaine Bashans Mount transcends Though he his many Heads extends VVhy boast you so ye meaner Hils God with his Glory Sion fils This his beloved Residence Nor ever will depart from hence Part. 3 His Chariots twenty thousand were VVhich Myriads of Angels beare He in the midst as when he crown'd High Sinai's sanctified ground Lord Thou thy Selfe hast rais'd on high Thou captivat'st Captivitie Deckt with the trophees of his Foes The gifts receiv'd on his bestowes Reducing those who did rebell That both might in his Sion dwell O praised be the God of gods VVho his with daily blessings loads The God of our Salvation On whom our hopes depend alone The Controverse of Life and Death Is arbitrated by his Breath He on their heads his Foes shall wound Their hairy scalps whose sins abound And in their trespasses proceed Thus spake Jehovah Jacobs Seed I will from Bashan bring againe And through the bottome of the Maine That Dogs may lap their enemies bloud And they wade through a crimson Floud Part. 4 We in thy Sanctuary late My God my King beheld thy State The sacred Singers marcht before VVho instruments of Musicke bore In order followed every Maid Vpon her pleasant Timbrell plaid His Praise in your Assemblies sing You who from Israels Fountaine spring Nor little Benjamin alone But Judah from his Mountaine-throne The farre removed Zebulun And Naphtali which borders on Old Jordan where his streame dilates Joyn'd all their Powers and Potentates For us his winged Souldiers fought Lord strengthen what thy hand hath wrought He that supports a Diadem To Thee divine Jerusalem Shall in Devotion treasure bring To build the Temple of his King Part. 5 Break through their Pikes the multitude Of Buls with savage strength indu'd Till they with gifts sweet Peace invite But scatter those whom Wars delight Far off from Sun-burnt Meroë From falling Nilus from the Sea VVhich beats on the Aegyptian shore Shall Princes come and here adore You Kingdomes through the VVorld renown'd Sing to the Lord his praise resound He who Heavens upper Heaven bestrides And on her aged shoulders rides VVhose voyce the Clouds asunder rends In Thunder terrible descends O praise his Strength whose Majesty In Israel shines his Power on high He from his Sanctuary throwes A trembling horror on his Foes VVhile us his Power and Strength invest O Israel praise the Ever-blest PSALME LXIX As the 22. LORD snatch me from the raging Floud Now in deepe Eddies almost drown'd That struggle in the yeelding mud There where no bottome can be found The rising waves my head surround And with their terrors chill my Bloud Tir'd with complaining hoarse and sore Sight failes my long-expecting Eyes My Haires are not in number more Then my uninjur'd Enemies The great in wrong against me rise I what I never tooke restore My God Thou know'st my Innocence Let not the faithfull blush for me Traduc'd by slanderous Impudence Nor ô let those that call on Thee Their shame in my Confusion see Since Thou art our profest Defence For Thee I suffer Calumnies To Men become a generall scorne Deserted by my neare Allies By children of my Mother borne Through zeale unto thy Honour worne While thy reproch upon me lies I fasted wept in Sack-cloth mourn'd My anguish in my lookes exprest Yet this to my derision turn'd By Drunkards sung at every Feast Even Judges at my sorrow jest My Innocence by slander spurn'd Part 2 Yet shall my Praiers and Sighes ascend Even in an acceptable houre Thy Mercie gracious Lord extend And save by thy Almightie Power Let not the swallowing mud devoure Preserve from such a shamefull end Deliver from th' insulting Foe My strugling Feet from sinking keepe Let not the Billowes overflow Nor Whirle-pits sucke into their Deepe O pitie Thou the Eies that weepe And thy Transcendent Mercie show Heare and redeeme without delay Nor in my trouble hide thy Face Lest I become a wretched prey To such as have my Soule in chase My shame indignities disgrace And all their crimes before Thee lay Reproach my bleeding heart hath pierc't VVas ever Sorrow halfe so great Compassion hath her Eyes averst My Griefe no comfort could intreat They gave me bitter Gall to eate And Vineger to quench my Thirst O be their board a snare to those Prosperitie it selfe a Bait Their Eyes in clouds of darkenesse close And let them fall by their owne weight Powre on them thy Eternall hate VVith vengeance multiply their woes Part 3 In Ruines let their Houses lie None in their silent Tents be found That would whom thou hast smit destroy And wounded Soules with slander wound Let their iniquities abound Nor ever in thy Mercie joy Their names out of thy Volume blot Nor with the Just inthrone their Dayes Though poore to misery begot Yet Thoushalt my dejection raise Then
Praise Happy who on Thee depend Thine their Way and thou their End VVho through Baca travelling Make that thirsty Vale a Spring Or soft Showres from Clouds distill And their emptie Cisterns fill Fresh in strength their course pursue Till they thee in Sion view Lord of Hosts incline thine Eare. O thou God of Jacob heare Thou our Rocke extend thy Grace Looke on thy Anointed's Face One Day in thy Courts alone Farre exceeds a Million Let me be contemn'd and poore In thy Temple keepe a Doore Then with wicked men possesse All that they call Happinesse O thou Shield of our Defence O thou Sun whose influence Sweetly glides into our Hearts Thou who all to thine imparts Happy O thrice happy hee VVho alone depends on Thee PSALME LXXXV As the 2. AT length thou hast thy Mercie showne Drawne from the Babylonian yoke Our Sinnes remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblowne Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet raigne Extending to the yet unborne Wilt thou not quicken the forlorne That thine in Thee may joy againe O showre thy Mercie from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speakes of Peace Such as in Sanctitie increase Nor to their Sinnes againe descend These soone with Freedome shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consumate our Blisse Sweet Clemencie with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kisse For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousnesse looke from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberall Hand The rich and ever gratefull Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him goe And her faire steps to Mortals show PSALME LXXXVI As the 13. MY God thy Suppliant heare Afford a gentle Eare For I am comfortlesse And labour in distresse My righteous Soule relieve So readie to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore VVho daily Thee implore From wasting Sorrow free The Heart long vow'd to Thee For thou art God alone To tender pity prone Propitious unto all VVho on thy Mercy call O heare my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found VVhen troubles most abound VVhat God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Part. 2 Zeale shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in VVonders shown Direct me in thy VVay So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests cleare Vnited in thy Feare My Soule shall celebrate Thy Praise thy Power relate That hast advanc'd my head And rais'd me from the Dead The Proud against me rise And pow'rfull Enemies All Rebels to thy Will My guiltlesse bloud would spill But O thou King of kings From Thee sweet Mercy springs Still gracious slow to wrath True to thy Servants Faith Lord for thy Mercies sake Into thy bosome take Thy Hand-maids Son O save From the devouring Grave Some happy Signe expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALME LXXXVII As the 8. THE Lord hath with his Temple crown'd Moriah by his Choice renown'd Not all the Tents of Israel Or Mountains which in height excell He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Jerusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Judea's narrow bounds Prescrib'd the Land which Nile surrounds Great Babylon proud Palaestine Rich Tyre which circling Seas confine And black-brow'd Aethiopians Shall yield thee Citizens and Sons All sorts of People foraign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortall Hands Firme as the Mountaine where it stands The Lord in his eternall Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall th' Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streames from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALME LXXXVIII As the 39. MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Eares Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now neare the Jawes of greedy Death My light extinguisht numbered Among the Dead Like men in battaile slaine the wombe Of Earth their Tombe Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o'rethrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerfull Raies Crusht by thy Wrath on me thy Waves Rush like so many rolling Graves My old Familiars now my Foes Deride my Woes My House becomes my Gaole where I In Fetters lie Blind with my teares with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vaine a walking Coarse Part. 2 Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show VVho sleep below The Dead from their cold Mansions raise To sing thy Praise Shall Mercy find us in the Grave Or wilt thou in Destruction save VVilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown VVhere none are known I have and still to Thee will pray Before the Sun restore the Day O why hast thou withdrawn thy Grace And hid thy Face From me who from my Infancy But daily die VVhil'st I thy Terrours undergoe Distracted by these stormes of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devoures My trembling Powers With troups of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALME LXXXIX As the 72. OVr gratefull Songs O thou eternall King Shall ever of thy boundlesse Mercies sing And thy unalterable Truth rehearse To after Ages in a living verse For what is by thy Clemency decreed Shall orderly and faithfully succeed Even like those never resting Orbs above VVhich on firme hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy Seed establish and thy Throne sustaine Whilst Seas shall flow or Moones increase and waine The heavenly Hierarchy thy Truth shall praise The Saints below thy glorious Wonders blaze For who is like our God above the Clouds Or who so great whom humane frailty shrowds He to his Angels terrible appeares And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with feares Great God! how great when dreadfull Armies joyne What God so strong what Faith so firme as thine Part. 2 Thy Bounds the Billowes of the Sea restraine Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Maine Proud Rahab like a Coarse with bloud imbru'd Hew'n downe the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round Earth broad Seas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestiall swiftly rowle Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evening's sing thy praise Thy Arme excels in Strength thy hands sustaine The World they
Voice Let all rejoyce With Joy divine The sprightly Trumpet sound The shrill-voic'd Cornet bring Let all with Joy abound Before the Lord our King Rore out you Seas You spangled Skies All you comprise Rejoyce with these Flouds clap your thronging waves You Hils exalt your mirth He who his People saves Now comes to judge the Earth The round World shall VVith Justice trie His Equitie Dispenst to all PSALME XCIX As the 29. LEt our Foes with terrour quake Let the Earths Foundation shake Now the Lord his Raigne begins Thron'd betweene the Cherubins O how great in Sions Towers High above all Mortall Powers Great and terrible his Name Since so holy praise the same Judgement his great Power affects Yet by Equitie directs These celestiall Twins imbrace These reflect on Jacobs Race O how holy above all Honour at his Foot-stoole fall Moses Aaron heretofore Among those who Mitres wore Samuel by Vow desir'd Among those who were inspir'd These to him their Praiers preferr'd These by him as soone were heard These his Statutes rarely brake Unto these th' Almightie spake In the Pillar of a Cloud To his Service ever vow'd He did their Petitions heare Mercifull and yet severe The Holy on his holy Hill Glorifie and worship still PSALME C. As the 47. All from the Suns uprise Unto his Setting Raies Resound in Jubilees The great Jehovah's Praise Him serve alone In triumph bring Your Gifts and sing Before his Throne Man drew from Man his Birth But God his noble Frame Built of the ruddy Earth Fill'd with caelestiall Flame His Sons we are Sheep by him led Preserv'd and fed With tender care O to his Portals presse In your divine resorts VVith Thanks his Power professe And praise him in his Courts How good how pure His Mercies last His promise past For ever sure PSALME CI. As the 46. OF Justice I and Mercy sing Which Lord from thee their Fountain spring The Graces that adorn a King Grave Wisdome shall my steps direct No Vice my heart nor Roofe infect When wilt thou visit thine Elect No pleasure shall mine eyes misguide Who from the Tract of Vertue slide Just Hate shall from my Soul divide Who mischief in their Hearts contrive Delight in Wrong in Factions strive I from my peacefull Court will drive Who hath his Friend with Slander strook I will cut off nor ever brook A proud Heart and a haughty Look Mine Eyes the Faithfull shall observe Those in my Family shall serve Who never from pure Vertue swerve But who are exercis'd in Guile Whose Tongues malicious Lies defile I from my Presence will exile And all the VVicked in the Land VVill cut off with a timely Hand Nor shall they in Gods Citie stand PSALME CII As the 22. ACcept my Prayers nor to the Cry Of my Affliction stop thine Eare Lord in the time of Misery And sad restraint serene appeare The Sighings of my Spirit heare And when I call with speed reply As Smoke so fleets my Soule away My marrow dry'd as Harths with heat My heart struck down like withered Hay Through Sorrow I forsake my meat While meagre cares my Liver eate The clinging Skin my Bones display Like Desert-haunting Pelicans In Cities not lesse desolate Like Screech-Owles who with ominous straines Disturb the Night and day-light hate A Sparrow which hath lost his Mate And on a Pinacle complaines Reviling Foes my Honour blast And frantick men my ruine sweare For Bread I roll'd-on ashes tast Each drop I drink mixt with a teare For Lord O who thy Wrath can beare Thou raisest and dost head-long cast My Daies short as the Evening shade As Morning Dew consume away As Grasse cut downe with Sithes I fade Or like a flower cropt yesterday But Lord thou suffer'st no decay Thy Promises shall never vade For thou shalt from thy Rest arise Since now th' appointed time drawes neare And look on Sions miseries Her Walls and batter'd Buildings reare VVhose ruins to thy Saints are deare For they her Dust as sacred prise Part. 2 Thy Name then shall the Gentiles praise All Kings thy Honour celebrate For when the Lord shall Sion raise His Glory shall ascend in State So prone to heare the Desolate And succour them in all assaies Unto eternall Memory Our Histories shall this record And all that are created by His pow'rfull Hand shall feare the Lord Who doth such Grace to his afford And on the Earth looks from on high To heare the pensive Captives grone The Sons of Death by him unbound His Name againe in Sion known That Salem may his Praise resound When in his Service all the Round Of Earth shall there be joyn'd in one Yet Lord amidst these Hopes thou hast Consum'd my strength abridg'd my yeares Before my Noon of Life be past Let me not die thus drown'd in teares Time wasts not thee which all out-weares Thy happy Daies for ever last Thou mad'st the Earth thou didst display The Heavens in various motion roll'd These and their Glories shall decay But thou shalt thy existence hold They like a Garment shall grow old And in their changes passe away But thou art still the same before The World and after shalt remaine You blessed Soules who God adore VVith Patient Hope your harmes sustaine For you shall prosper in his Reign And yours subsist for evermore PSALME CIII As the 8. MY Soule and all my Faculties Jehovah praise sing till the Skies Re-eccho his ascending Fame My Soule O celebrate his Name Nor ever let the memory Of his surpassing Favours die He gently pardons our misdeeds And cures the VVound which inward bleeds Hath from the Chains of Death unbound With Clemency and Mercy crown'd VVith Food our Hunger he subdues And Eagle-like our Youth renues His Justice he extends to all Oppressors by his Vengeance fall His sacred Paths to Moses shown His Miracles to Israel known From Him the Springs of Mercy flow Swift to forgive to anger slow For he will not for ever chide Nor constant to his VVrath abide But mildly from his Rage relents And shortens our due Punishments For as the Heavens in amplitude Exceed the Centre they include So ample is his Clemencie To all who on his Grace relie Part. 2 As farre as the bright Orient Is distant from the Suns Descent So farre he sets from his Aspect Their Cuilt who him with feare affect And as a Father to his Child So soft so quickly reconcil'd He knowes the Fabrick of us all That dust is our Originall Man flourisheth like Grasse a Flower That blowes and withers in an houre By scorching heat by blasting Wind Deflowr'd and leaves no print behind But his firme Mercy shall imbrace His Saints for ever and their Race Those who his equall Lawes fulfill Remember and performe his VVill. In Heaven the great Jehovah reigns And governs all that Earth contains You Angels who in strength exceed VVho him obey with winged speed You ordred Hosts of radiant Stars O you his flaming Ministers All
happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endlesse honour crown'd To him in darknesse light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poore provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him downe No time deface his just renowne Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearelesse fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th'unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grin'd And languish with the griefe of mind Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALME CXIII As the cxi Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours VVho Thron'd in Heavens superiour towres Submits himselfe to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creepe below The poore he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Wombe The Childlesse Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALME CXIV As the cxi VVHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his owne People sanctifi'd And he himselfe became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Jordan shrunke into his Head The cloudy Mountaines skipt like Rams The little Hils like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Jordan shrunk'st thou to thy Head Why Mountaines did you skip like Rams And why you little Hils like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Jacobs Race VVho turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake VVhen Springs from flinty intrailes brake PSALME CXV As the 9. VVE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aide afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing VVord VVhy should th' insulting Heathen cry VVher 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and silver be Made by a fraile Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumbe mouthes and eares that cannot heare Fooles on their Altars incense throw VVho nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to moove or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senselesse they who Idols make Part. 2 Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Helpe and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that feare him trust He shall protect you in distresse The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithfull Servants blesse The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poore and who in power excell That love and on his aide relye They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow VVhose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reignes Among the sonnes of men divides The Earth and all that Earth containes VVho sleepe within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALME CXVI As the 4. MY Soule intirely shall affect The Lord whose eares my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soule assail'd The greedy jawes of Hell prevail'd Deprest with griefe When all reliefe And humane pitty fail'd I cri'd My God O looke on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble minde by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soule then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my teares Redeem'd from Death and deadly feares That still I might Walke in his sight And number many yeares Part. 2 Thus with a firme beliefe I prai'd Yet in extreames of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortall birth Even all of Lies are made VVhat shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will performe my Vowes this day VVhere they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will performe my Vowes this day Where thy frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALME CXVII As the 47. YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd VVith constant Faith PSALME CXVIII As the cxi PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confesse that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercie springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battailes then how can I feare the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Farre better to have Confidence In God then trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Then on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round I with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarme His holy Name and pow'rfull Arme Shall soone consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorne devoures Part. 2 Mad men his Fall you seeke in vaine VVhom great Jehovah's Hands sustaine He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerfull Wrong Our Tents with publike Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his owne Right hand hath fought His owne Right hand hath Wonders wrought I shall not die but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects Yet from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doores set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doores at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymnes immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries Part. 3 That Stone the Builders from them cast Is
Guardian set My Lips with barres of Silence close O let me not thy Lawes forget And wickedly combine with those VVho Thee and all that 's good oppose Nor of their deadly Dainties eat But let the Just wound and reprove Such stripes and checks an argument Of their sincere and prudent love Like Odours of a fragrant Sent Pour'd on my head no breaches rent My prayres shall for their safety move Mongst Rocks their Chiefes in ambush lie Yet have my suff'rings understood Our severed bones are scattered by The mouthes of graves like clefts of VVood. Lord save from those that hunt for bloud On Thee with faith I cast mine eye O from their Machinations free That would my guiltlesse Soule betray From those who in my wrongs agree And for my life their engines lay May they by their owne craft decay But let me thy Salvation see PSALME CXLII As the 4 VVIth sighes and cries to God I praid To him my supplication made Pour'd out my teares My cares and feares My wrongs before him laid My fainting spirits almost spent He knew the path in which I went Yet in my way Their snares they lay With mercilesse intent My Eyes I round about me throw None see that will th' Oppressed know No refuge left Of hope bereft Vaine pity none bestow Then unto God I cri'd and said Thou art my Hope and onely Aid The Portion I build upon While with fraile flesh araid O Sourse of Mercy heare my cry Lest I with wasting sorrow die Shield from my foes Who now inclose Since of more strength then I. My Soule out of this Prison bring That I may praise thee O my King VVho trust in thee Shall compasse me And of thy Bounty sing PSALME CXLIII As the 39. LOrd to my cries afford an eare Th' afflicted heare According to thy Equity And Truth reply Nor prove severe for in thy sight None living shall be found upright The Foe my Soule besiegeth round Strikes to the ground In darknesse hath inveloped Like men long dead My mind with sorrow overthrowne My heart within me stupid growne I call to minde those ancient Daies Fill'd with thy praise Thy Works alone possesse my thought With wonder wrought To thee I stretch my zealous Hand Desir'd like raine by thirsty land Part. 2 Approach with speed my Spirits faile Thy Face unveile Least I forthwith grow like to those Whom graves inclose O let me of thy Mercy heare Before the morning Sun appeare My God thou art the onely scope Of all my hope O shew me thy prescribed way Lest I should stray For to thy Throne I raise mine eyes My Soule and all my faculties Save from my Foes to Thee loe I For refuge flie Informe me that I may fulfill Thy sacred Will My God let thy good Spirit lead That in thy paths my Feet may tread O for thy Honour quicken me VVho trust in Thee Out of these Straights for Justice sake Thy Servant take In mercy cut Thou off my Foes Whose hate hath multipli'd my woes PSALME CXLIV As the cxi THE Lord my Strength be onely prais'd The Lord who hath my courage rais'd In doubtfull Battell given me might And skill how to direct and fight My Fautor Fortresse high-built Tower My Rocke Redeemer Shield and Power My onely Confidence who still Subjects my People to my will Lord what is Man or his fraile Race That thou should'st such a vapour grace Man nothing is but vanitie A shadow swiftly gliding by Great God stoope from the bending Skies The Mountaines touch and Clouds shall rise From thence thy winged Lightning throw Rout and confound the flying Foe Stretch downe thy hand which onely saves And snatch me from the furious Waves Free from rebellious Enemies Inur'd to perjuries and lies Their Hands defil'd with fraud and wrong Then will I in a new-made Song Unto the softly-warbling string Of thy Illustrious Praises sing Part. 2 Thou Kings preserv'st hast me preserv'd Even David who thy Will observ'd Free from rebellious Enemies Inur'd to perjuries and lies Foule deeds their violent hands defile Hands prone to treacherie and guile That in their Youth our Sonnes may grow Like Lawrell Groves our Daughters show Like polish't pillars deck't with Gold Which high and Royall roofes uphold Our Magazines abound with Graine Provision of all sorts containe Increasing Flockes our Pastures fill And wel-fed Steeres the Fallowes till That no incursions Peace affright No Armies joyne in dreadfull fight No daring Foe our Walls invest Nor fearefull shriekes disturbe our rest Blest People who in this estate Injoy your selves without debate And happie ô thrice happy they Who for their God the Lord obey PSALME CXLV As the cxi I Still will of thy Glorie sing Thy Name extoll my God my King No day shall passe without thy praise Prais'd while the Sunne his Beames displayes Great is the Lord whose praise exceeds Inscrutable are all his Deeds One Age shall to another tell Thy Workes which so in power excell The Beautie of thy Excellence And Oracles intrance my Senfe Men shall thy dreadfull Acts relate My Verse thy Greatnes celebrate To memory thy Favours bring And of thy noble Iustice sing For in Thee Grace and Pitie live To anger slow swift to forgive All on thy Goodnesse Lord depend Thy Mercies all thy Workes transcend Even all thy Workes shall praise thy Name Thy Saints shall celebrate the same Of thy farre-spreading Empire speake Thy Power to which all Powers are weake To make thy Acts to Mortals knowne And glory of thy awefull Throne Part. 2 Thy Kingdome never shall have end Thy Rule beyond Times flight extend The Lord shall those who fall sustaine And Soules dejected raise againe All seeke from Thee their livelyhood Thou in due season giv'st them food Thy liberall Hand Men Birds and Beasts Even all that live with plenty feasts The Lord is Just in all his VVaies VVho Mercie in his VVorkes displaies Is present by his power with all VVho on his Name sincerely call For he will their desires effect Regard their cries from Foes protect VVho love Him Safetie shall enjoy The Lord the VVicked will destroy My Tongue his Goodnesse shall proclame Man-kinde for ever praise his Name PSALME CXLVI As the 29. Halelu-jah O My Soule praise thou the Lord Whilst thou liv'st his praise record Whilst I am eternall King I will of thy praises sing O no hope in Princes place Trust in none of humane race Who can give no helpe at all Nor prevent his proper fall VVhen his parting breath expires He againe to Earth retires Ev'n in that uncertaine day All his thoughts with him decay Happy he whom God protects He on whom his Grace reflects Happy he who plants his trust On the onely Good and Just He who Heavens blew Arch displai'd He who Earths Foundation laid Spread the Land-imbracing Maine Made what ever all containe True to what his Word profest He revengeth the opprest Hungry Soules with food sustaines And unbinds the